He and the calm of the night

Finally night came, and all the people started hurrying to reach their homes, Thursday passed with difficulty as usual, except for him....

He sat across from one of the ponds, staring at the great folds of calm that prevailed in all areas. After a moment of silence, he moved his lips in a tired way, as if death had passed through his body:

_"Ah, night, no one knows your secrets except those who coexisted with you? Why are you characterized by all this calm and comfort in your entire time? .."

He stopped speaking for a small moment, and a strange smile appeared on his face, with his long disheveled hair, and the wrinkles that hovered between his eyelids, which made him look old in his childhood and youth... He began to speak again in a voice aging with fatigue:

_"As usual, you don't answer, you are a stranger, Lil, just like me....no one loves us just because we are better than them."

Since his childhood, he lived hard, and as a fortune-teller predicted to him, he would die hard too. Despite that, he was forced to forget everything he had gone through, including beatings, insults, and cursing on the part of his own kind.

After all, human behavior remains a very abhorrent thing. If you are good, they do not love you, and if you are bad, they make of you their master. Therefore, humans follow their emotions as opposed to using their reason, and this is what makes them, in his view, ugly, an ignorant race straying from the right path.

He finally finished, held his breath, then got up and headed home to take a rest, as he could have a hard day tomorrow.